An Ode to An Idiot
Oh tumult of days as I stand here waiting.
Always bent on avoiding,
It is easier that way.
Oh silence of days as I stand here saying.
Denying, because I don't want
To take such a risk.
Oh violence of days as I stand here raving.
Why can't I get the courage,
To truly say what I mean.
Oh coward of days as I stand here shaking.
How is it possible to detach myself,
When I cannot even muster a smidge of the truth.
There they goes, another day passes.
An Ode to An Idiot
An Idiot Devoid of Truth.
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